Friday March 13, 2020. That was my last day in the office before the Coronavirus shut down started.
Friday November 13, 2020. Today. Yet another Friday the 13th. Eight months and counting.
We have a new President Elect, we have rumblings of a very effective vaccine, no one in my family has Covid-19, we still haven’t really left the house to speak of but everyone is Corona-Free.
Eight months. 10,642,218 sick Americans. 243,044 dead Americans.
I don’t really have anything else to say. I still feel the need to recognize the monthaversary, but this is normal now. Working from home. Never leaving the house, more or less. My company is still hinting that we’ll be back to the office at least some of the time after the new year. I don’t think I’m ready for that. Short of a vaccine I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for that.
I really want this to be over though. My soul is feeling pretty crushed right now.